A dark pattern that reminds me of her
A deep thinker, yet her voice wasn’t found
I wasn’t the problem, but they were
They accused her of being a liar
Like she had the truth in her hand and then set it on fire
When this happens, I’m on the other side
I can observe, yet cannot act
Without emotion, she’s the guide
Through all her deep thinking and horrible tact
I just relax as I walk the stone stairs
And burry myself in her empty glares
From the very moment I walk through the door
Her feet have replaced mine on the floor
It’s strange how sometimes we can’t agree
I want to stay and she wants to leave
She thinks that her fantasies never will be
They’re too outrageous for anyone to believe
She just paces frantically through the halls
And daydreams to get away from it all
She takes advantage of her time being free
Trapped in her mind, but still doesn’t say a word
It’s funny how much she resembles me
Only her voice is never heard
She’s with me every step I take
Following every move that I make
But she can’t come out until I walk through that door
And her feet are replacing mine on the floor
Author notes
Febuary 17, 2006... I'm absolutely terrified of being at home. I don't like being around people for extended periods of time. That's why my family scares me. I get paranoid whenever I'm around them. I can't talk around them. I don't even feel comfortable moving around them. This is about the two Amandas that live inside me. When I'm at school and with my friends, I'm lively and outgoing. When I'm at home... the only thing I can comfortably do is breathe. It's like when you know people well, you know how they will eract to your actions. You know what they will react negatively to, and what they will react positively to, so you have to compensate slightly to respect them. But sometimes, they ask for too much of a compensation. A compensation for which you must either change yourself completely, or drain your personality.
(3. Personal Poems
Write about yourself, how you feel, what you've been through, anything that invovles you, i wanna hear it.)
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Comments
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Soundsl ike the way people treat me, the way they treated here. Shows such devotion though. Sometimes if people are cruel to others and accuse them, we don't know if they are really like that, especially if a large group of people do it... That's how most people are with me, they don't know my true colours. But i'm a good person deep down all that.
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awesome poem, i loved it, it was amazing, i loved
I watch my shadow lay flat on the ground
A dark pattern that reminds me of her
A deep thinker, yet her voice wasn’t found
I wasn’t the problem, but they were
They accused her of being a liar
Like she had the truth in her hand and then set it on fire
When this happens, I’m on the other side
I can observe, yet cannot act
Without emotion, she’s the guide
this was an awesome way to start and i loved it, good luck in the contest
keep writing

~Ashley~<3 -
i like it, you've got some talent and i like how you described everything, well done! & i can say sometimes i feel the same way-that ive got another me inside of me dying to get out at she is, one teenage adolescent trick at a time.. x] thanx for entering &&&& good luck!
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Interesting...
this is a very intteresting poem, Amanda. I love that you took the time to explain that in your author's comment box, I appreciate it very much. I really enjoyed this poem, it was original, from the soul, it displayed deep emotions and fear, it showed two sides of the "fairy tale", which I have a habit of calling things involved with paranoia. I think that you show a great potential and that your poem is one of the great examples of what I was looking for in this contest. I hope that things will be better for you in the future. You sound like an extremelt talented and amazing person
Thank you for entering and I wish you the best.






